Reeling along the Radunica

Ivo's apartment was in a narrow alleyway, off the Radunica - when we arrived, we were still shaky as a result of the drive - Ivo had met us in Marina Kremik - we were sitting under a red umbrella at the cafe - the masts of the Sunsail yachts shimmered in the bright sunlight - I had taken to wearing sunglasses - 

Ivo told us that he had one eye - God had woken him from an eleven day coma after the accident - he took both hands off the steering wheel, one to point heavenwards, the other to indicate his glass eye - I affected nonchalance - 

We loved the venerable stone of the house, the deep shade outside - the tiles were cool under our bare feet - our faces were sun burnt - we had strange, beautiful, currency in our pockets - 

That evening, we made our way into the old city - I snarfed a risotto which heaved with mussels and tiny segments of squid - the eatery was set inside the walls of the Palace - outside, the air was very still, settling like a warm liquid upon the smooth paving stones and steps - 

On the way back, we reeled through the ancient alleyways - the stones beneath our feet glimmered with a yellowy or silvery light - each side of us were silent stone houses, shuttered windows, barred doorways - 

We fell deeply asleep, sprawled out upon the cool sheets - we still felt the motion of the yacht - I dreamed that I was upon the turquoise sea, facing the Bora - I was at once very afraid yet full of joy -